"No!" I shouted, pushing myself away from the both of them. I covered my ears, which didn't help much.
"Bobby you got to find a cure," Dean yelled. He hung up the phone. Sam tried getting a little closer to tie my hands. I held my breath, as he came closer, and touched my hand. It was warm. I his eyes met mine.
"Dean we could've prevented this," Sam said. "We could've saved her." Dean started coughing. His heartbeat had slowed. Sam was done tying my hands.
"Dammit!" Dean exclaimed.
"Dean?" Sam said.
"Sammy, stay there," Dean said. "I knew he did something to me. I can't help you with this one."
"Dean what did he do?" Sam asked.
"Sam you got to get out of here, go, now," Dean said. "Come back for us at sunset, we'll find the nest." Sam left, and Dean untied me.